#muddsludge: leorio

[hunting-songs]

👫i have to ask for leorio too now that im aware of the extent of the cooking you've done for them

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship!

Since Senritsu still travels a lot for the Nostrade family (more accurately for Kurapika searching for the scarlet eyes) she usually brings two bottles of beer from where ever she had been, visits Leorio in his dorm,has a beer with him, reports on what kurapika is doing,plays cards with him while having a chatter, takes a nap on the guestfuton and in the next morning she leaves to continue the travelback to the Nostrade mansion. Her visits get more frequent when its exam-time,because she is worried for Leorios well-beeing and she plays her healing-songs forhim.

Senritsu personally thinks Leorio is a very admirable person: She had made her peace with knowing that she as a Hunter is a very selfish person and while her work does benefit others (restoring old musicinstruments so people could listen and play them sometimes even centuries after they had been last listened to, documenting songs and dances that might would have been lost to time otherwise, helping museums in research...) it is eventually simply her doing what she loves in the first place and the benefit for others is just a lucky accident. Leorio however became a Hunter to help people without any selfish reasons behind that and Senritsu finds that deeply admireable. Maybe she puts him a little on a pedestal; but she wants to suppot himon becoming a doctor. The second Senritsu realized she might has a little crush on Leorio-which was pretty early,she does not only hear other peoples heartbeats but her own too and her own feelings are easy to recognize with that ability- she kicked the metaphorical brakes so hard and strictly corrected how she interacts with him.Still amicable, still very friendly, still very happy to visit and support him,but never above that. Still Leorio is aperson she 100% trusts.

Around a month after Yorkshin, Leorio asks her for helping him in his Nen-training.Which made Senritsu hestiate for a moment,but since Leorio already knew Nen and was already innitated to it (and therefor she did not needed to innitate him), she actually sat down with him and started to teach him about the other techniques of Nen, although obviously a Emitter teaching a Emitter is not always the best possibility (and senritsu horrendously sucks as Gyo and Zetsu due to her nen-type and is worried Leorio would not learn properly due to her lacking). Their evenings with that beerbottles turned into training sessions and discussions about what kind of hatsu he wanted to develop.

Turns out Leorio is a fan of the rockband Senritsus younger sisters are part of and she giddily always looks forward listening to the music with him. She very proudly shows him the t-shirts she collects of that band.< (not that sh would tell that her sisters are part of that band)

EXTRA: Maybe Senritsu just starts to crush on Leorio,because is he a safe driver and that one tour with Kuapika as the diver left deep mental scars on her.

[hunting-songs]

Starter for @muddsludge ! Kurapikas feverish breathing was a saw cutting cutting, cutting into Senritsus much too keen ears. The echo of her flutesong still lingered in the air of the abandoned building with the naked concretewalls and the bare floor where only Kurapikas makeshift sickbed and the wooden chests with waterbottles and medical equipment had been placed. But the flutesong eventually vanished into the concrete of the walls, ceiling and floor, the flowers were swallowed by the greyness and Kurapikas feverish breathing was a saw cutting cutting, cutting into Senritsus much too keen ears. Senritsu flinched over the frustrated sigh on her own lips, even if she welcomed that she for that one second did not needed to listen to her colleagues feverish body breathing, shivering, suffering; yet still her for that one second not listening to him only showed how much her Hatsu failed at curing the sickness that had bitten into Kurapika after the hostage exchange last night. Her legs felt stiff and numb like metal when she go up from where she had been sitting and took one of the waterbottles to take a sip from that felt warm and foul and undeserving on her tongue. Flickers of her Aura still danced in the last scraps of the echo of her song that did nothing to help Kurapika feel any better and Senritsu watched with a somewhat grim surprise that the situation had left her so nervouse and tensed that she still used Ren,still tried to expel her Aura, still tried to heal Kurapika, still tried to do anything. The water in the waterbottle turned first pink, than, with every passing second, turned darker and darker until the water looked like the most precious wine.

"...did you know that some Nen-Users believe that the water-devination-ritual says more about a nen-user than just their mhmmmmm... brusco aura-type?", over Kurapikas heartbeat-sick,tiered,exhausted- it was almost impossible to hear Leorio even if he had not left the room since the night before. And Senritsu would have welcomed listening to Leorio. He sounded warm and gentle and calming, even when he was as tiered and exhausted as her. But still Kurapikas feverish breathing was a saw cutting cutting, cutting into Senritsus much too keen ears. "I have- heh-" the chuckle on herlips was too tiered to sound truely amused: " heard theories from Nen-researchers knowing that the ritual is so very old, that it had been originally used for what the name suggests- actual divination." What had been simply water in the plasticbottle before looked as if filled with fresh,dark blood and from the hours the bottle had been standing in the room it was even warm.

"Like using the taste of the water from a transmuter preforming the ritual to figure out the Nen-Users maybe mysterioso hidden motives, or using the figure formed in the water from a Conjurers to make predictions on their future path." She knew in the bottle was just water, it tasted like water, it had been water, it sounded like water but the colour was as dark red as Kuroros blood splattered against the inside of the carwindow when Kurapika had beaten him just a few hours ago. Carefully she just closed the waterbottle again and Kurapikas feverish breathing was a saw cutting cutting, cutting into Senritsus much too keen ears. "Or using the colour of the water when emitter would preform that ritual to make a prophecy about how their life will be now, that they are trained in Nen. My Nen-master said my future looked very bloody." She looked up, blinking with big eyes one time, two times, three times. And Kurapikas feverish breathing was a saw cutting cutting, cutting into Senritsus much too keen ears. The woman just tieredly waved the memory of prophecy away with one hand like an annoying fly.

"I will be honest with you, now that I am thinking about it as an adult" humming quietly the woman tilted her head from one side to another like a thoughtful bird, her short fingers tapping a slow melody against her chin: " that Nen-Master just told a mhmm ...barocco period-joke towards a that time very naive eleven-year-old that was mhmmmm... dolcissimo, little me. And got smacked over the head for that by my Papa." It still looked like blood. Like the blood on her fathers workingbench. Like the blood on the carwindow just a few hours ago. Senritsu put the waterbottle back on the table a second too fast to make her chuckle appear not tensed: "Anyway, what colour does the water turn for you, Leorio?"

[hunting-songs]

L.E.O.R.I.O (im greedy)

🍎 ｡:*• ─ SEXY ABC.    ›    ( a list of questions, from A to Z, to help develop some headcanons about our muses. most questions are nsfɯ, so please make sure you’re not a minor and read at your own risk ! )

L ─ Lingerie. Do they enjoy wearing it and/or seeing their partner in lingerie ?  What kind of lingerie do they find the sexiest ? Any other clothing they love seeing their partner in  ( like grey sweater pants, wearing nothing but an apron, really short shorts, etc… ) ?  Do they often wear what the other likes, just to please them ? In general Senritsu is too pragmatic to wear lingerie. She is used to work either very far away from cities o in very dangerouse jobs so wearing any underwear than the category "fits", would not be pragmatic. Especially since Senritsu lives out of her suitcase and only carries with herself the most needed belongings. However,Senritsu has a keen hearing and she will notice a spark in Leorios heartbeat if he sees cetaine things. So if she notice that spark when hey walk by a lingerie-shop, she will certainly be a menace abut it and go with him in the shop to look around what he likes to look at the most. However,when it comes to Leorio wearing lingerie? Senritsu is very attracted to gender-fuckery (Hello,Hisoka) so having a very tall ,masculine person wearing something soft like lingerie is something she likes to look at. But Leorio is already a big man fully leaning in a nurturing side of beeing a healer against the sterotype of the gender he is already presenting, and that she already thinks is very attractive about him.

E ─ Experimenting. Are they willing to experiment new things ?  Is there something they’d like to try with their partner, but haven’t had the chance yet ?  Any experiments gone wrong ? Senritsu would have so much fun getting Leorio all blushing when talking about how much she loves hiking and especially how much she loves having sex during those hikes in a tent or just straight up outside. She is used to traveling, so its only pragmatic. Though by all means, Senritsu is more of a humble tease and she would never want to make Leorio uncomfortable so the bed it is. We do not talk about birthcontrol,because Leorio would have a heartattack if he learns about Senritsus useage of pennyroyal.

O ─ O’clock. What time do they usually have sex  ( mornings, late at night, during lunch break, etc… ) ?  Are they usually in a rush, or do they take their time ? How about on weekends / holidays ?  In the morning before Leorio has to get ready for seminars and Senritsu has to leave for the next train, is definitive their time! Whatever petting their had been the evening before when they had a drink and joked around does not matter, because Senritsu has very strict morals about what to do when she had alcohol. For obvious background-related reasons, but also because when she sleeps with someone she does not enjoy the thought about one of them not beeing fully there. Lets pour a drink of pity to whoever is Leorios neighbour and wants to sleep till their alarm.

R ─ Recording. Have they ever filmed themselves having sex ?  Did they watch it together afterwards ?  Has anyone else seen their videos ?  To do recordings during sex means having planned that happening enough to actually have a camera around. Which is not often the case. Senritsu however might keeps Leorios voicemails saved, though. Flirty or not.

I ─ Infidelity. Has any of them ever cheated on their partner ?  Whom have they cheated with ?  If not, is it something they could do ?  If yes, have they told them or has the other found out ?  Could they forgive and forget ? Infidelity fits neither of them. If the relationships and they had lived appart, it would be ended with a talk and not with cheating. However, as a loyal LeorioxKurapikaxSenritsu shipper, the realtionships might include more than two people. [ @muddsludge ]

[hunting-songs]

Have you ever hurt yourself so bad you couldn't move the next day?

There was a amused smile curling around the Musicians dark lips and she leaned her head to the side, looking over to Leorio with a quiet shaking of her head as she took a long gulp from the beercan. Her fingers- short,gnarled, broken like brittle branches, shoved into different positions mercilessly and than mended back together wrongly- tapped against the metal of her beercan restlessly but quietly. In the evening Leorios dormroom was quiet, but for Senritsu laying on her back with her legs and feet put up on a chair to sooth the throbbing in her gnarled back that felt like a second, hurting heartbeat, the dorm was so loud. Tiring loud. Exhaustingly loud. As loud as anything else was for her: There were the other students in the dorm, there were feet walking and lungs breathing and dozen voices chatter; there was the city outside, there were cars honking, cement creaking under the weight of buildings, there was the wind rustling through the trees at the park down the street; and in the small room there was Leorio breathing, moving, the blood rushing through his veins, the beer gurgling through his organs, and his heart beating suddenly alerted.

"Don´t sing me that worried song, Leorio.", Senritsus voice was gentle, but in the same time almost stern like a teacher correcting a student just as gently and just as stern. The line was drawn. Her body was broken. Her friend was dead. Whatever could be done, she was doing, she had been doing for years burning in blood written page by in blood written page, nightmare by nightmare, whisper to test her skills on the song by whisper in the back of her head, always there, not letting her sleep, not letting her rest. Only the hectic melody of her short, chewed down nails tapping against the metal of the beercan was showing how much the memory was still biting,biting,biting into her mind, but between the buzzing of music from the room at the end of the corridor, between the voices of the people down the hall, outside on the street and in the buildings down the street, between the vibrating of the floor from footsteps of the other students in their rooms walking around, between Leorios breathing and the screaming of every single electronic device and every single line in the walls, her nails clinking against the metal softly was barely hearable. "I do not need a diagnosis." Senritsus smile was rueful, but in the halflight very gentle as she just winked friendly over to Leorio: " Obviously I am still kicking and very much alive. So please do not waste your time on me." [ @muddsludge ]

[hunting-songs]

[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash . From Leorio

Behind the dormitorys door Senritsu could hear the calm melody of Leorios heartbeat, as always calm and warm even if it now sparked up in speed over someone knocking at his door only few moments before midnight. She could hear his footsteps coming towards her. And she heard her blood dripping to the floor. She cold hear him hestiating by the door, scrambling for his keys. And she heard her blood dripping to the floor. She could hear Leorios keys in the lock and the creaking of the wooden door when it was opned. And she heard her blood dripping to the floor. The bodypart collector had had a Nen-user in his service and after Senritsu had bought the pair of scarlet eyes from him with the container now held in her still unharmed arm like a cradled child, that Nen-user had been send after her to get the eyes back from her. Senritsu had not been suprised. The Bodypart-collectors heartbeat speeding up and unrhytmic had sounded like a childs tantrum when she had taken the eyes, even if the bodypart-collector had at that point probably already planned to not let her leave with the eyes and also take her payment, yet still, the mere thought of her leaving with something that belonged to him had angered him like a toddler would be angry when their toy had been taken.

"Good evening, Leorio. I am sorry to disturb you, but can I stay for a little time?", In the stark light of the corridor the womans freckled face looked very tiered. Senritsus voice was very gentle, trying to guide Leorios eyes away from the mangled flesh that was her right arm back to her smiling face, even if that faces right cheek had been dyed black from dried blood. The others heartbeat sparked up in tempo and loudness, making Senritsu clench her teeth so she would not flinch away from the loudness. Instead a worried frown drew along line between her big eyes, although just this flicker of mimic made her tiered muscles ache horribly: "Just for a few days to rest and let my hatsu do mhmmm.... the rest. I do not want Kurapika to see me this way.He does not need to know that someone got me like this." [ @muddsludge ]

[hunting-songs]

You looked cold. - leorio :o)

Send, "You looked cold." for sender to give receiver their jacket. Send, "I'm not cold." for receiver to give sender their jacket.

Leorio laying his blazer over his shoulder made Senritsu flinch as if she had been slapped. The surprise had only been there for a second. of course she had heart Leorios footsteps over the buzzing of the even this early in the morning busy city, of course she had heard his breathing coming towards her over the raindrops hitting the cement, of course she had heard his heartbeat the second he had left the room Kurapika was sleeping in over the rain, over her own tiered breathing, over the far away thunder rumbling as loud as the cars on the citys streets, over the echo screaming through the decourless corridor of the old building. "...mhmm?" Right after they had left the airport to bring Kurapika to the abandoned appartment-complex, it had started to rain again with thick, heavy drops falling hard on the cement of the buildings and the street like fists drumming down on flesh. Senritsu had tried to push away the echo of Kurapika beating Kuroro in the back of the car that had sounded just like the rain, but the noises were still too similar. The old buildings windows had been long broken, so thin lines of rainwater were running down the walls into the corridor until the grey of the cement had turned deep black.

The rain still sounded like fists on vulnerable flesh.

Senritsus hand reached a second too late for Leorios blazer to stop it from just sliding over her shoulder down to the floor and she smiled up to the taller with a rueful smile: "Ah, thank you. You really are a morbidissimo gentleman, Leorio."

The rain still sounded like fists on vulnerable flesh.

And she heard Leorios heartbeat-caring, gentle, kind, restless, worried, warm with an echo of a certaine helplessless that made her think that he had been in such a situation before with a friend laying in a sickbed and nothing to be done but letting him sleep. She leaned her head tot he side like an attentive bird, trying to focus on the care and warmth in Leorios heartbeat like one would repeat certaine seconds of a favorite song over and over again.

Yet the rain still sounded like fists on vulnerable flesh.

"But don´t worry, it is almost impossible for me to actually get cold. My muscles, skin and fat had folded and compressed on a smaller frame when-" the melody boring into her ears like needles, muscles beeingripped apart, bones crushed, her skull shattered like a wineglass shattered from a too high frequency. Without her wanting to, Senritsu heard her raincape rustle heavily when she straightened her standing just a tad more and she chuckled more to ease the sudden tension in her aching muscles than actually amusement: "-mhmmmm....I got a new face. No mass lost, just a alot of shorter person in general, so I am profusely a lot of better isolated than any other person around here physically." She waved her words away with one small hand like an annoying fly and laughed almost sadly over the hearable tension still lingering in her voice that she should be able to hide better considering her line of work. But the rain still sounded like fists on vulnerable flesh: "I could also benchpress the car, without even using Nen because of that. Physics is an amazing thing." And over her own words, over the rain, over the echo of fists hitting vulnerable flesh, over the never resting heartbeat of the city she heard Leorios melody change and couldn´t hold back a rueful smilecurling around her stark fronteeth.

"...My apologize, Leorio, that were probably a lot of words you really did not wanted to know about a stranger like me. I did not meant to make you uncomfortable." And it was the truth, even if his breathing, his heartbeat and the rustling of his cloth were a welcomed change of tact to the echo still stabbing into her ears painfully. It was a war m song, worried and tensed just like hers but also so much more alive than that requiem she had heard in Kuroros heartbeat and that she still heard, even if she had banned that song in a dark corner of her head hastily. She did not wanted to remember that songs in the car. Still the rain still sounded like fists on vulnerable flesh.

"The question is, though- " her small hand reached to the side, the raindrops on her hand shimmering in the distant streetlight falling through the broken window drew lines like colourful tattoos on her skin, and she tapped a gentle melody against the others sleeve comfortingly: "- beside beeing uncomfortable about me sharing too much informations, are you alright, Leorio? That is not only my colleague in that bed back there, that is your mhmmmmmm... hearable dear friend."

[ @muddsludge ]

[hunting-songs]

🛑- from Leorio :)

Send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours. Add + to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Senritsus short fingers tapped a melody on the edge of the bathtub; a melodic little song that moved through the air like the damp breeze from the small, halfopen window of the bathroom that sung of busy streets and much too late nighthours drooped into the small room. Tap. Tap. Tap. The deep slashes going from her left shoulder almost down to her back were even redder as her hair and stood out so starkly against her skin they seemed to glow. Still, they were not bleeding as much a they should. Still, her Aura kept the bleeding back. Still, her aura soothed, soothed the pain, the bleeding, the own trembling in her short fingers. Tap. Tap. Tap. Leorios heartbeat was so loud it was almost deafening for the womans much too keen ears. Senritsu just slowly shaked her head, laughing a melodic laughter in all good humor. Yet, the laughter ended in a quiet hiss, because she had moved too hectically what made the injury on her back spark in a sudden burning pain as if the slashed skin had been set aflame. Tap.Tap.Tap. "Its okay, no need to play me that worried song, Leorio.", the woman hummed quietly, every note drenched with her own aura that soothed the pain in the injury like the touch of a cool hand would sooth a feverish forehead. Out of the corner of her eyes the woman saw dandelions bloom on the bathrooms tiled floor, dyeing the clean white tiles into a fresh springgreen. Tap.Tap.Tap. She looked over her shoulder, smiling ruefully,barely noticeable: "This is soley the result of my own little hunts and has nothing to do with the Mafia. Kurapika is safe and sound back in Yorkshin and very far away from anything that could do this to him." Her fingers tapped a little faster against the edge of the bathtube, the aura in the noises aroudn her became thicker, almost turning the air in the room as thick as the air on a hot, sticky, much too exhausting summerday. She was still an emitter and holdign her aura so close to her body to stop the bleeding was starting to get exhausting and the annoying itch in the back of her midn that told her to let go, that told her to just let go and stop doing what felt so wrong to her nature, had by now turned into a throbbing headache: "And when I am patched up properly, he also will never find out anything about this. So don´t worry, He is alright. " Then the woman added a little quieter, with her voice almost drowned by the melody tapped agaisnt the edge of the bathtube: " ...And I am alright, too. I just happen to not be able to reach my own back." [ @muddsludge ]

[hunting-songs]

"I have to pee, can we stop?" Leorio

This late in the night the trees were nothing but black lines drawn with a colepiece along the street . It was warm inside the car, the car-heaters buzzing muddled Senritsus hearing as if she was wearing headphones and for a few moments, until Leorio had started to speak, she even might had started to doze off with her head leaned against the car window and her knees pulled to her chest on the passanger seat as if she was a small child. Blinking her eyes open the short woman looked at the younger with a amused twinkle in her dark eyes, humming in all good humor: "Well, considering you are the only one of the two of us who is blessed with legs long enough to reach the brakes and gaspedal, I am but a amaramente slave to your whims and bladder. So do what you must and take a stop, oh great Maestro." Outside the cars window was nothing but blackness for miles and miles and miles, yet the woman still pointed forward where the carlights burned a bright line into the black to cut out the uneven asphalt of the empty street. "There is a gasstation with a diner at the end of the street. I can hear the diners electronics humming.", the musicians fingers moved through the air, dancing to a melody only she could hear: "Take a stop there, I after all also owe you a dinner for picking me up from the trainstation." There was a michievous shimmer in her dark eyes that looked in the little light given by the carlights like a wisp in the deep night ready to lure a innocent travler into a dangerouse bog, when she looked up at the other : "If you want that dinner-inventation to consist of some random street-diners applepie, coffee and hamburger, that is. " Tapping a sly melody against her chin, Senritsu added theatralically thoughtfully: "Mhmmmm, thinking about that Considering what I had eaten in the last few weeks when I had worked in that music-museum on that harph, that dinner is the true hunter-expierence, if you allowe me for once to share my expierence of beeing the older colleague who had been in this job longer than you. As in, eating whatever you can because you have something else to do. Your vitals will thank you in twenthy years by nolonger working. You ready for that kind of expierence, mhmmmmm?" [ @muddsludge ]